Sorry so this chapter's really short, but I just can't write anymore right now. It's 12:15am right now and I really need to sleep. Usually I go to sleep later than this, but I just can't keep my eyes open. Plus I'd rather produce quality. Still this is in no mean a filler chapter. It definitely plays a large part in Nyla and the Doctor's relationship. Hope you enjoy!

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The Doctor strode into a small laboratory, with Nyla and Amy flanking him. The lab had a few desks, all of them scattered with the same blueprints and field reports that had been on Winston's desk. Although it contained the same information, the Doctor had been searching for the lab for ten minutes, and the poor girls had issues keeping up with his slightly longer legs. Out of breath, Nyla and Amy both leaned on the door frame and watched as the Doctor stalked across the room.

"All right, Professor. Now, the PM's been filling me in. Amazing things these ironsides of yours," the Doctor stated dryly, "Amazing. You must be very proud of them."

Bracewell however, evidently didn't hear the infliction in the Doctor's tone, or if he did, he chose to ignore it. "Just doing my bit," he replied with a modest shrug.

"Not bad for a Paisley boy," Amy panted from the corner.

Bracewell smiled warmly at her, "Yes, I thought I detected a familiar cadence, my dear."

Nyla rolled her eyes at their conversation and interrupted rather rudely, "Well how did you do it?" At Bracewell's confused look she continued, "Come up with the idea, I mean."

"Ah. How does the muse of invention come to anyway?"

The Doctor and Nyla both raised their eyebrows at that. They had both invented things before, and it didn't just pop into your brain. There's a story to it. There's a reason for it. Still, the Doctor didn't ask him to elaborate, so Nyla decided to leave it.

"But you get a lot of these clever notions then?" The Doctor inquired.

Bracewell shrugged and reorganized the blueprints on his desk. "Well, ideas just seem to teem from my head. Wonderful things, like… Let me show you." He quickly picked up some of the blueprints and tests that he had been previously fingering and handed them off to the Doctor. As the Doctor began to scrutinize them, Nyla leaned on the Doctor's arm so that she could see the blueprints as well. "Some musings on the potential of hypersonic flight, gravity bubbles that can sustain life outside of the terrestrial atmosphere. Came to me in the bath.," Bracewell added anxiously.

The Doctor finally tore his eyes off the blue prints to stare at Bracewell. "And are these your ideas or theirs?"

Bracewell's eyes widened at the implications and shook his head vigorously, "Oh no, no, no. These robots are entirely under my control, Doctor." At his disbelieving look, Bracewell insisted, "They are." As if sensing his anxiety, a dalek drifted over and brought him tea. "Thank you. See Doctor, Nyla? The perfect servant and the perfect warrior."

As he spoke his last line, Winston shuffled into the lab. "Yes, Doctor. Death to our enemies. Death to the forces of darkness, and death to the Third Reich."

"Yes, Winston." He gritted through his teeth, "And death to everyone else too." His patience was teetering on a very high cliff, and he was so, so, so close to falling off it…

Of course the dalek chose the exact wrong moment to interrupt, "Would you care for some tea?"

That was when the Doctor lost it- his eyes darkened and his fury began to come out again; Nyla, Amy, Bracewell, and Winston stared, terrified as he ripped the tray away from the dalek and threw it across the room. "Stop this!" he yelled. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

The dalek backed away from the Doctor's intense form. "We seek only to help you."

"To do what?" the Doctor seethed.

Nyla eyed the Doctor worryingly. Nearly every time she sees him, he's always furious with one thing or another. True, he wasn't angry the first time they met, and also true, they had only ever really been two places together, but the amount of rage seeping off of him was more than enough to make up for the one time when he wasn't terrifying.

Nyla hadn't realized that the dalek had responded until he spoke again. "Really? Which War?"

"I do not understand."

The Doctor was positively shaking at this point, with his hands balled into fists and his arms pinned to his sides. Nyla couldn't just stand there and watch him scare the living daylights out of everyone in the room, as well find a quick descent into some kind of madness. She carefully crept forward and tugged on his arm. If he had felt her touch, he showed no indication of it. "Doctor…"

"This war," the Doctor spat. "Against the Nazis, or your war? The war against the rest of the universe? The war against all life forms that are not Dalek?"

"Doctor." Nyla tried once more. "Doctor, listen to me!" She yanked his arm backwards hard enough that they both stumbled back, and it seemed to help snap him out of his rage filled mind, or at least, out of some of it. He stared down at her for a moment before attempting to rip his arm back, but she refused to let it go. "Doctor, remember what you told me? Don't be rash. Think things through. If I have to live by that then so do you. Come on. Just- just- Doctor look at me." His eyes, which had once again strayed back to the dalek, drifted over to hers. "Take a deep breath and step back. Think it through. Screaming at a lump of metal isn't going to do any good." She bore her eyes into his, trying to get him to calm down.

The Doctor took a breath as she said and stepped back. She really hoped she helped, although the obvious pain and hatred was still there. Still, after a quiet moment of harsh breathing, he stomped back over to the dalek and got right in its eye stalk. "Listen. To. Me. You are my enemy, and I am yours. You are everything I despise. I've defeated you time and time again. I sent you back into the void. I saved the whole of reality from you." He crushed his hands into the dalek and hissed, "I am the Doctor. And you are the Daleks." He pushed the dalek away from him and turned around to return to Nyla. He didn't actually enjoy being angry, and even after knowing him for only a short amount of time, she possessed the ability to calm him down. Before he could creep back to her however, the voice he had been waiting for spoke.

"Correct." The dalek said. Its tone was different somehow, "Review testimony."

Nyla tilted her head in confusion, "Testimony. What do you mean, 'testimony'?"

A second dalek moved through the doorway to join the first as it spoke to no one. "Transmitting testimony now."

Amy finally poked her head out from behind Bracewell and cut the Doctor off before he could ask. "Transmit what, where?"

After a few seconds the second dalek spoke again. "Testimony accepted."

The Doctor's eyes widened in alarm, and quickly moved backwards to push everyone back, and especially sure to push Nyla behind him. He knew how that girl hated to be protected, but this was one instance among many he wouldn't compromise on. "Get back, all of you."

"Marines!" Winston cried, "Marines! Get in here!" Two marines sprinted through the door and were promptly exterminated, causing Amy to cry out and Nyla to try and push in front of the Doctor.

"We are the Daleks," the two Daleks chanted in unison.

"B-but I created you," Bracewell spluttered.

"No." The first dalek's arm shot a beam of energy at Bracewell's hand, which quickly became a stump of sparks and wires. "We created you." The daleks swiftly teleported away, however no one allowed a sigh of relief to escape.

"Doctor?" Amy's voice broke the silence and in the Doctor's case, brooding. "What just happened?"

Nyla cautiously moved towards him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He glanced down at her and squeezed back before turning to answer Amy. "I wanted to know what they wanted. What their plan was. I was their plan…" he trailed off then suddenly sprinted out the door, nearly ripping Nyla's arm off in the process.

Nyla and Amy's yells could be heard through the whole base- one in mild pain and the other in mild annoyance, "Doctor!"